Entrance

Here is one of the first structures that I see upon coming up the long drive to my cottage. This little shed still functions so far as I can tell (although I haven’t ventured to ask what it stores). Adjoining it you see the overgrown remnants of another stone wall; behind it some of the beautiful, old trees surrounding the property. Many of these trees are well over 100 years old.

Although you can see the new development skirting the property, it’s easy to forget that they are there at all, and instead wrap your mind around what this beautiful place must have looked like when all the trees and structures still stood; when the land was still farmed; when the people still cruised around with horse and cart.

Yesterday, after walking my dogs, I locked them in the house (much to their chagrin) and set out on my own among the trees. It was amazing how many more animals I saw around me without the boys trundling through the brush. This place truly possesses its own voice and magic. Apart from knowing that there were dozens of eyes watching me wander through the trees and hedges, I had the distinct feeling that the land around me was breathing, whispering of days long past and memories of a quieter time.